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Lady Violet set a platter of baked goods down on the table. She looked out the window, watching as a parade of yachts made their way towards the Violet Isles designated boat parking area. Soon enough, the 55th monthly Rich Girls Club meeting would commence. Violet made a few final touches to the meeting room before sitting down on the rounded couch by the fireplace.
Dame Obsidian was, of course, first to arrive. She liked handing out signed copies of her novels, usually with a thousand dollar price tag. She was quickly followed by Irratino. Originally, they only let him join because he shared a lot of gossip surrounding him and Logico, but the girls liked him enough to have him as a permanent member. Third was Miss Ruby, who was carrying a bag full of stolen items to show off; nothing unusual on her end. Lastly, Miss Saffron dragged herself inside, and immediately flopped onto the couch with a groan. Odd.
“You good girl?” Irratino nudged Saffron. She responded with an annoyed grunt.
“...Why don’t we start with some tea?” Violet asked. “Maybe that’ll set her straight.” Saffron grunted again.
“Well, we can’t have a productive meeting if you’re moping around, like this, so just spit out what you want to say,” Obsidian huffed.
Saffron turned onto her back, face red. “It’s just– I really like someone and I just don’t know what to do about it…”
Everyone paused. A crush? In this economy??? The last time that happened was when Irratino became a hopeless romantic for Logico; and they’re engaged now.
Ruby rushed to sit next to Saffron. “Girlie, drop every single detail right now.”
Saffron hesitated. Sure, she knew these girls (and Irratino) for a long time now, but could she really trust them with relationship advice? Considering who she’s pining for, though, probably not. Instead, she tried to beat around the bush. “You guys know her pretty well…”
That didn’t help at all. Everyone knew everyone in terms of murder suspects. Ask the Viscount if he knows Numerologist Night and he’ll tell you Dr. Crimson told him stories about her sister and them rooming back in college.
Everyone in the room gave Saffron a knowing glare. She eventually caved, hiding her face in a pillow. “It’s Aureolin! It’s Aureolin!!!” She toppled over onto Ruby, who just silently comforted her.
Obsidian looked at Saffron like a disappointed parent. Her and Aureolin still weren’t on the best of terms since Obsidian got her thrown in prison. Despite their strained relationship, she admires that woman’s ability to hold a grudge.
“Aureolin? Now how the hell did that happen??” Violet asked, rightfully confused.
“Yeah, isn't she…poor?” Ruby said the word as if it were a slur she wasnt allowed to say. Irratino (because he is a feminist) (6’2 by the way) refrained from smacking the shit out of her for using such offensive language. He instead very calmly explained how the correct term was ‘less fortunate’ before calling her a stupid bitch.
Saffron tried to explain herself; “I originally met her at the prison. I watched her ‘kill’ Obsidian and I thought ‘damn, that’s hot.’ You get me, right?” In fact, nobody got her. All she got was a few judgemental looks. “Whatever. I think that was the moment I fell for her, cause I let her share my cell with me, and like, who does that?”
“You, apparently,” Ruby replied snarkily.
Saffron smacked her upside the head. “That was a reticle question, dummy.”
“Rhetorical,” Obsidian corrected.
“Whatever.”
“So did you, like, sleep together or something?” Irratino asked.
“I tried, but she insisted she slept on the couch. Which was, like, a dick move.”
“Or maybe she didn’t feel comfortable sleeping with a stranger?” Violet asked.
“Isn’t that what one night stands are though?” Nobody bothered to argue with Saffron; she had a point.
“So I’m guessing now you need relationship advice,” Obsidian leaned forward to take a pastry from the platter on the table, only to see Ruby had stolen them all. She scowled.
Saffron nodded. “I've never dated a kind of broke person before… I have no clue what to do.” She looked over at Irratino. “I’m sure you can help me, right?”
Obsidian interjected, “Pardon you! I’ve been in a happy relationship with a less than fortunate man before!”
“Yeah but you killed him,” Violet scoffed.
“And? He was getting on my nerves.”
“Fair, but you still killed him so you’re not allowed to give relationship advice.”
Obsidian looked extremely offended at this remark and made an admittedly offensive remark towards Violet’s family. Saffron, Ruby and Irratino snuck away to another room the moment they saw Violet throw a chair at Obsidian. Ruby shut the door, leaning up against it with a sigh. “Well, you still need that advice?”